You moved into your first house two months ago, and for the most part it was the best decision you ever made. Except for the man that lives next door who drives his bike at all hours of the night, and it has slowly been driving you insane. Tonight was no different he left on his bike at 10pm and came back 2am, and you had been trying to fall asleep for a while and then his obnoxious ass Harley pulled into the driveway next to yours. So you decided he needed to be talked too, you threw on your robe and cute little pink bunny slippers and you stormed over there angry and on a mission. You knocked on his front door as loud as you could and you waited but he didn’t come to the door, so you knocked again this time louder and you yelled his name. So when the tall blonde man opened the front door with a frown you didn’t exactly remember what you came here to do. What were you gonna do when he opened the door? Were you going to yell at this mountain with tattoos? Or were you supposed to politely ask him not to drive his bike at 2 in the morning when you were trying to sleep…

“Did you need something little lady?”